Fly the Flag of Fire!

Is there an invisible and strange power in this world?

Whatever armor you armor yourself with, whatever thoughts you set your mind to, that's a force that will strike a blow to your life as if you don't mind. That power, which cannot be resisted and which does not say whether or not… it is as if it directly affects destiny, is surely the power that everyone, if he is a human, has. Because no one can live without affecting each other without distinction between young and old.

However, as is the case with many other forces, there are also various differences in this force. There is a strong or weak difference in the occurrence, and there is also a sharp or dull difference in the receipt, resulting in the invisible personality of the person.

Some of them have just protruded in their ability to receive... I mean, isn't that what my “hunch” means? Kuster thought of that while spending the thirty-eight year old summer on the battlefield.

Power is being released from the brave now. I'm bathing in it.

It makes me wonder if it's visible, a force like a gust of wind. The deafness is rather odd. There's obvious pressure and my breath is stuck. This force is cold and dry, somewhere spicy, as if it's even been sucked by some sort of ash. There are signs that you will lose your life by getting drunk. Should I say poison?

Kuster thinks. He said the power may also have qualities and preferences. Of the brave. That's because I feel really uncomfortable. I threw my spit in the field and threw it away.

And I rang my nose. I did. About an incompetent brave man who knows nothing about wind pressure and chills.

It was hilarious.

The rest of us didn't know, and the men who gathered in this place with their fire-colored robes couldn't have moved with this degree of force. It is not a matter of spiritual strength or doctrinal assertion. Not to mention practicality, morale, equipment, etc.

Dare I say, it's a matter of sanity.

It would drive you insane if you were a regular person, this white power... no matter how irrational the magic it is, it means they're bad for you on this occasion. It's too late for that. Now even the absences are invited.

Because Kuster and the others are already crazy.

He is a total lunatic. It is therefore the fierce blade.

We three thousand horsemen... there's no room for new madness, is there?

Ethical morality is a hobby. It is to such an extent that I do not know the logic of the world or the common sense of society but refer to it. I don't even pay attention to the good and the evil of things. All the things that other people's calm appreciates don't deserve consideration. No law has the power to bind Kuster and the others. No one can order Kuster and the others.

Brave? Church? God or holiness?

Equally worthless. Nothing special. Doesn't make any sense.

Worth it only for burning raw people who smoke flames and exhale frenzy. Crazy about it. I'm giving my life to it. Therefore it is me. That is who I am. That is everything. Everything is there for that.

"Come on, it's hunting time. You guys."

Oh...... that look. The voice. The tremendous grin.

It's this guy. This guy with purple eyes in his dark hair and calling himself Marco drives Kuster and the others crazy. It burns my life. It gives me life or death as a piece of fire.

"Fighting more than this is no more than an ordinary struggle. I won't stop until I wipe them out once I want to run out...... I won't miss it as just one horse, I won't leave a single neck behind, I will reap all the lives of the brave and the Knights of the Holy Grail. It is for this reason that we have refined our war moves. It was for this reason that I kept my life inside me."

His hand touched his chest, the red robe we all matched. Special clothes prepared for today's day...... fabrics are also special. Did you call your name Hiltura Canvas? It is a tough material that does not decay into the demonic wind of the purple cloud sea, nor into the enchantment of the demonic realm. Flexibility lacks. But it is not easy to pass the iron blade. It's a dueling outfit that you're only allowed to wear to a fire.

"Are you ready to shed all your blood? Are you ready to die brilliantly? Burn down those whites and destroy them black...... are you ready for that?

I didn't even have to answer. I didn't even have to snort. Because crazy lives have been dedicated to him for a long time.

All we have to do is wait. that he prophesies his destiny.

All we have to do is wait. that he declares an exposition.

"Fly the Flag of Fire!

Oh...... it is in his words that spiritual power dwells!

It is the flag of promise that you will get and be answered. A black cross stamp in the middle of deep red… a flag of destiny, containing various meanings, all of which are special to Kuster and others.

That's a flag of fire.

It was one hero who was first burned. As a merchant, he called his name Salomon.

He is the man who stood above the miscellaneous soldiers in a crisis of kingdom annihilation, calculated the war more coldly than anyone else, and ran through the battlefield more fiercely than anyone else. He fought for the kingdom and was killed by the people of the kingdom. It burned and became charcoal. The carelessness is still burning in Kuster and all the others' chests. This flag is also a mourning badge. It is also a pledge of vengeance.

But if it were raised on the battlefield, it would still be a flag of fire.

I burned the Imperial Invasion Army in one piece. You can say that the Emperor of the Empire was killed by that heat wave. I was rewarded for invading the kingdom again. Didn't he say? In other words, the Empire was also spared its demise by the outrage of heroic fire. He was sentenced to burning for a fool who could not defend it.

The flag flied, and the kingdom burned again. Disgusted with the dull and warm of the south, he scorched the daily life of the people, not just the soldiers on the battlefield, for the sin of laziness. He does not tolerate those who fall asleep at this time. I will not tolerate those who are already vested to sit around and compromise cheaply. Everyone and he are roasted. The south itself turned into a prison.

And now the flag of the burning was raised against the brave and the Knights of the Holy Grail.

Then let's destroy the brave and the Knights of the Holy Grail. Let's burn it and drop it, that white flag representing God. This is the time when you think of all your life, and you move forward with your burning, whether you live or die.

Now I don't need any special preparation.

We are already on fire. My life is already a fire.

"No, no, no."

I heard that. So I barked. Kuster started the assault by trying to throw up a fire.

Because he just pointed that finger at the brave man, this first shot has no formation, no tactics, nothing. Competition. Speed is everything. Momentum is critical. Lead the way. I'm not giving this special spear away to anyone.

The Holy Grail Knights are clearly upset.

Roughly a soldier is something that depends on the quality of the general and shows high and low morale, but it seems terrible where I put it. Each ride is dull in response. The line is not working. Those who move and those who don't, they are colliding with each other who make another move. It's as if there are several different orders flying at very short intervals.

And he's retreating. Early in the war. The Holy Army took the first step in the showdown backwards, as if it were stirred up by fire and turned back.

"Heh, there's a good bad way to go crazy, too. Cool. No."

I scratched the spear with both hands on the horse. It is a Zhu pattern, a love spear at the tip of Nagaho. Target the Holy Knight who has entered the path connecting himself with the brave. White military uniform... I also hold the reins in my left hand holding the shield, and on my right hand I have a fixed structure called a horse spear.

He was a poor minister. I was a poor minister at all. All the shapes are there as a result, and I can't feel the bottom force or the bottom line on the other side of the blade. That is madness. But thin. Not something that can counteract the onslaught of fierce fire.

"Sora!

I skipped my neck every helmet. It's the first ride. This is the first harvest of the fire.

Quicker than ever, Kuster stretched himself out and thrust. I ran through the gap in my gear and pierced my neck. I'm proud of my early work. As a match, the products never touched each other. If you stab him, all you have to do is twist his wrist a little later. Horse movement gives me a flashy farewell to the neck and torso of my prey.

"Do you think the brave men should hide? I won't let you! There's no way I'm gonna let you!

He followed his back beyond the white horse line and saw a spear on one more ride. I'll poke you through the thin shoulder of your armor, and I'll be right back with my tips, spreading the wound wide open. I've fought back without fear, but I don't even have to avoid it where I did it with the power of my arms alone. Instead of armor, you can't even tear a red battle robe.

Kuster went after the brave man, regardless of one of his rides. Hear on your back signs that another fire has stabbed the stomach. There seems to be about twenty horsemen following right behind us. As we move on, more people will join us. Then it accelerated even further. Aim for the greatest prey.

I shake a spear, I don't stab you. Separate anything that gets in the way, except, shake it off, and run to the back anyway. I will not be surrounded. More than a hundred rides of red now follow. I left it to you to break the branches and tear the leaves. I aim for fruit. Follow a white brave man who seems poisonous and deftly fruitful.

A sword strike came from across. Pay with your hand. A horse stuck in the front will see a spear on his face. For one ride I had hit with a horse, I waved the stone bump of the spear and let it fall.

He said, "Oh, my God, you're such a jerk! Continental doubles can hear you!

Kuster doesn't stop. I had decided that this first shot could be screwed pretty deep. I also assumed that I had to.

Now the Holy Grail Knights are losing control as an army. It embodies the confusion of those who lead it and is like a herd of strays. I can disturb any number of them. I can kill as many as I want. It is a good opportunity for random seizures. You get as much war as you want.

Kuster thinks he wants to keep up the momentum.

If the normal army is the opponent, winning or losing is no longer a decision. You can't even hold it back if they push you this far. The crushing was about to begin, and the battle would have entered a phase of how quickly to chase and how successfully to annihilate. Or those who surrender may not have ceased to follow.

But only the Knights of the Holy Grail are on their own. Anyone knows that if it's a fire. Its strangeness has been witnessed in the days it fought as a Salomon army, and training in combat has been shared as a matter of strict caution.

This white army threatens to rebuild its institutions at the next moment as well.

Just as you didn't need time to get upset and confused, you don't need any time to regain control and turn to counter-attack. It may also maximize its power in the next moment with devastation as its present. It should not be measured with the usual aberration.

Because there are brave men.

Brave men act on the hearts and minds with spiritual authority, but it is the Holy Knight who is most affected by it. If the brave man is fierce, the holy knight is fierce, and if the brave man is disturbed, the holy knight is disturbed again. In other words, the Knights of the Holy Grail are the uniforms of the brave. Fighting this white army actually means fighting an individual with military power.

It's like an army, but it can't collapse like an army. The Knights of the Holy Grail are invincible as far as the brave are concerned. That was and still is the same.

So it is the brave who should aim. Victory and defeat depend on one of its necks.

That's why Kuster isn't the only tip of piercing for it. If you get up on a horse and look over the mad battlefield with red and white, there are seven other similar assaults. Every one is thrusting like a fire-burning meteor, and every one is aimed at just one horse.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Beat it.

If the divine will is taking the form of a man, then kill him. If the miracle is white, burn it to the black of sanctity denial. Kill the harvest and its fruitful life with flames. Sacrifice dedicated to the flag of destiny.

Can we still get there? Almost there?

Capturing fruit on the tip of this first-shot spear... is something that will come true?

"Oops, superior!

I got a spear spike in my right leg and Kuster immediately fought back. I aimed at my neck, but I was avoided. It became a side-by-side walk packed in time. Besides, they grabbed the spear pattern. The horseman threw away his spear and did it. I didn't miss that gap and punched him in the face trying to pull the sword out with my other hand.

The face of your son, whose helmet flew and dew, is a beautiful shape. I associate Daniel Hackinen with my hair condition. So it was nothing, and I took another blow to that faceless face. As the man fell ill, he immediately drew a spear and snapped his neck. Blood and air erupted and a screaming sound sounded. He pulled the sword even though he went straight down. The blade swung in a direction that was not clear was seen at the end of the field of vision.

"... no, do you know Daniel's husband?

Putting up a spear for the next ride, Kuster thinks.

"Viscount Hackinen and his eldest son... well, if you're a father, anyway, your brother has to turn to the battlefield.

Measure your time. Set a goal.

"Of the hour! Stay with the brave! Originally! I don't know what kind of person you are... Yikes!

Trying to speak to an unknown saint and crossing spears triplets, punching a flash of gap and stabbing him through the neck, Kuster deluded the pain in his leg into a good grin.

"It affected me, and I just had to cry. If you have pity for the brave, it's even worse!

The wound is strengthening its presence with a hot pulse, but we don't have time to stop the bleeding.

Still coming. Two horsemen from the left and three horsemen from the right come at a combined speed. Behind those five horsemen targeting Kuster follows a squadron-sized line of horses.

The Knights of the Holy Grail are creating thicknesses that appear to be formations in Russia. While it would be more difficult to go straight forward, it was found difficult to make a breakthrough no matter how far you ran. The white army is going backwards as a whole while trying to respond to the fire storm.

"You're in a hurry, you bastard..."

Slightly less speed, the men dressed in same-colored battle robes aligned several rides and horse rows. Two or three eye-to-eye hand signals, leaving one horse in tow to the right, attacked the left at once. A fierce momentum pounded the spear, smashing it. Immediately to the right, there was nothing to it, and Kuster and the others came to me with a crawling body that didn't have to come.

"Superior, leave it to me!

It was a reward for the fierce spear. Kuster lost one of his countrymen, although it was to that body that he did not allow a single blow. I had won in numbers. It was meant to be crushed. That's how I fought. That's how I won.

But a horseman of a mortally wounded saint flew his body pierced by a spear. A dagger was held in his hand, which sucked into the mouth of his fellow man, who jumped and was surprised. I think of the madness that went for it there, not anywhere else.

That's all I saw. I don't know after that, but I don't think it's going to be all right if I just flashed my teeth to stop biting. I don't even have time to go check. Another Saint Knight is approaching in considerable numbers.

Sharpness appeared in the Knights of the Holy Grail movement. No, should I say sticky? Deployment is obstinate.

Kuster pounded his tongue. I get mixed with the wind pressure of speed and feel like I'm tangled up in my cheeks and neck. It wasn't there before. That happened. That means one thing.

"Waste boy's solidity came out... last time and this time, not at all, brave guy. Hey!

I've never fired a first shot before.

I put my strength on my left leg and got myself up on the horse. See. The flag is still waving. Seven assaults, with the exception of Kuster et al., already seemed to have changed their movements. It is easy to draw on that intention. Kuster also emitted another hand signal and began to pivot in tandem with the movement.

The path was temporarily opened. Meanwhile, check your right leg. The wound is slightly deep. I pressed the cloth and tied it tight with another cloth. I think they screwed the blade well. Some obstinacy was felt there too, and Kuster glanced.

I just woke up my torso, and it came.

The wind stopped. The horse vibration disappeared. There is no weight of equipment either. There is no pain in the wound. Vision became a gray monochrome; on the contrary, every contour in the eye lost its shape and became obscure. The world swept away.

Kuster shook up.

It was a hunch.

It's something I've never tasted in the last decade or so. It's something I never felt heated by his flames. It's something that's not supposed to come anymore. I mean, I just interpreted it as a strange force unleashed by him and the brave.

That's what's come now with unprecedented strength.

With impatience, immense fear!

"That's how you're always scared...... look bright blue"

I hear voices. Strangely bright, somewhere young, that voice.

"How cowardly of you to tremble your heart, to tremble your life. Who does he look like? Was he scared? Though he said he was the only sane person in this world..."

I can see him. Smile. The beautifully insane woman was always laughing. So much so that I don't know any other faces. Whether Kuster cries or calls, he just laughed that he had found something interesting on either side of it.

"Even you... well... if you've grown to the same level as that guy when I met him, you'll meet him. I'm sure that's how it will be. For that matter, you just cut off that man's life. It's a wonderful gift for you to be born into this world. Find it well, you."

It's an old memory. It's a landscape I forgot about. Nostalgic and unpleasant, it disappeared into the wind without sound after stroking Kuster's life around once and for all. All the repentance of being laughed at was in my heart.

"Oh... well... you know..."

If the high speed on the horse returned again, a group of saints seemed to have broken in on the swirling path. Kuster emitted a hand signal without getting lost. Evasion. Not detours. More swirls. Do not head towards the confluence point and drive in the opposite direction from the overall direction of travel.

Walk white rides, red rides, and avoid both. Looking down from heaven, one of the eight red meteors would appear to have escaped. Or is it something that looks like you're out of business? I thought of that, and Kuster laughed small.

"... hehe, scary scary. You might be surprised. Not cool at all."

I stood up with all my strength on my legs.

Look behind you first. About three hundred red cavalry cavalry followed. Make sure that there are about ten horsemen in it who have worn the neck roll of red cloth, and nod.

Then I looked far into the battlefield. Look for what you expected to see at the end of the dust that can stand in like a brown mist. I don't see it...... no, I see it. Found it. Kuster was convinced that was exactly it.

It arises after you begin to look for it, which is new dust.

As a whole, this horde of horseback riding travels south as the two armies mix… Against the flow, Kuster discovers a group of horseback riding as well.

"Well...... then I guess I'll be cool with it!

Turning the horse's head and laying a line of three hundred rides on the south side, at the rear of the horseback riding group, Kuster bravely gripped his spear.

"You know, when you're scared, you're only supposed to be cool. I'm scared of what's going on, but it's easy to understand how to be cool."

Look south. Burn the Flag of Fire into your eyes.

Then look southwest. I think of an island of abomination floating across the sea, ahead of the sky.

"You said I was filial to the outside, too. My sons are healthy inside."

Speaking up, I laughed loudly and loudly. Like a great hero, knowing no pain, no fatigue, no fear.

"You said ah! Ooh, hey! Fight without dying! Fight when you're dead! Be glad! This is where the dying end is!!

Barking continuously. It's as if the flames burn all at once.

Kuster, a generation of spear work was about to begin.